I was think of enetring my poem 'Murders regrets' Shown below into a teen writing competition? What is your opinion of it??? Thanks!
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As a child I always felt alone
Full of pressure and immense anger, hating anyone who showed me emotion
Wishing school would end so I could run to the comforts of home
At school I rarely said a word, I never had the notion
The teachers thought I was merely an attention seeker
A spoilt brat with no mind for others
But the everlasting fight inside my mind grew deeper and deeper
I cried confused tears at night under my bed covers
The endless hate for anything that was allowed its own mind grew with the years
From the lonely anger of my childhood
Into a passion to hurt and become small children’s fears
And in my teenage years I began to plan
An unskilled murderous plot-
My revenge on the impurities of woman and man
I was overcome with a new inspiration, a new purpose in life
I would be like Jesus, cleansing the world of sin
Aided with my tool of trade, my shiny butchers knife
The killing of man would now begin
I found an easy target in the form of Robert Rouse
With no close family to call at the time
And a small remote house
I spent just three days planning the deed
Not a lot of detail, just the basic plan
I had no doubt that I would succeed
In the murder of this man
After walking up to his red front door
I simply can’t remember any more
I think it was five hours later that I was caught out
And taken to the cell
The police were laughing at their luck
It was a living hell
One murder was all it took
For me the game was over forever
Now I spend my days in here, stuck
Wishing i could gather my mind together
And turn around my luck
Yet grief of which I can’t compare
My action now fills me with self hate and despair
The burden of his life which now I bear.
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As a child I always felt alone
Full of pressure and immense anger, hating anyone who showed me emotion
Wishing school would end so I could run to the comforts of home
At school I rarely said a word, I never had the notion
The teachers thought I was merely an attention seeker
A spoilt brat with no mind for others
But the everlasting fight inside my mind grew deeper and deeper
I cried confused tears at night under my bed covers
The endless hate for anything that was allowed its own mind grew with the years
From the lonely anger of my childhood
Into a passion to hurt and become small children’s fears
And in my teenage years I began to plan
An unskilled murderous plot-
My revenge on the impurities of woman and man
I was overcome with a new inspiration, a new purpose in life
I would be like Jesus, cleansing the world of sin
Aided with my tool of trade, my shiny butchers knife
The killing of man would now begin
I found an easy target in the form of Robert Rouse
With no close family to call at the time
And a small remote house
I spent just three days planning the deed
Not a lot of detail, just the basic plan
I had no doubt that I would succeed
In the murder of this man
After walking up to his red front door
I simply can’t remember any more
I think it was five hours later that I was caught out
And taken to the cell
The police were laughing at their luck
It was a living hell
One murder was all it took
For me the game was over forever
Now I spend my days in here, stuck
Wishing i could gather my mind together
And turn around my luck
Yet grief of which I can’t compare
My action now fills me with self hate and despair
The burden of his life which now I bear.